You, who tried to deny me, I can't hear you
breathing, can't see your hands, admire
your passion for nothing, see my bones on
display.
You, who tried to restrain me, I can't
seem to accept your holy medicine... my body
rejects your bullshit, immune to your species
of cataloged mediocrity.
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